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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 18, 2008 10:56:15 GMT -5
Recu had been enjoying the forest, having helped another family with their books. They had sent a messenger asking if the Abbey would like some of theirs, as they had no more room for it. haversack full of the tomes, Recu sat against a tree, resting his paws for a little.
Pulling out one of the new books, he started at the first page, sipping from his water skin.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 26, 2008 22:19:13 GMT -5
From a distance the rustling of bushes could be heard. Something was watching the fox...a black silhouette in the far distance could be seen weaving back and forth steadily coming closer.
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 26, 2008 22:38:47 GMT -5
Recu licked a paw, turning the page again. He loved how beasts thought that they could sneak up on him. He picked a piece of grass, putting it on the next page and turning back to finish the one he was on. At the same time, he flipped the latch of his staff, taking the protective caps off the blades. Then he went back to his words.
None of it looked as though he moved. But he was trained to look such like.
“Who beith ye? Ifn ye think ye can catch I unaware, ye be greatly mistaken.” He called to the shadow.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 26, 2008 23:29:28 GMT -5
From behind the tree a knife creeped up and place itself at the neck of the fox. "Move and ye'll be a deadbeast...Got it?" the voice said behind the knife. From in front of the fox, a hooded figure in black came from the bushes. He stunk of rotting flesh and his tunic and hooded cloak was was covered in blood. Nothing could be seen under the hood but the dim hue of two reddish eyes. "State your business or die..."
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 26, 2008 23:35:31 GMT -5
Recu shrugged, turning the page with little regard to the knife at his neck. This wasn’t the first time after all.
“I suggest ye remove yon knife from mon neck. Mon business belongs solely to I, indeed it does yes.” He moved the little bookmark again. Seems he misjudged where he’d stop when they would approach him.
“However, wouldst thou like to tell I ifn ye be vermin, or gentle beasts? Ye smell of death, yes, yea I cannot tell ifn I shouldst killeth ye, or invite ye to supper.”
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 26, 2008 23:45:13 GMT -5
The Knife pressed deeper beginning to draw blood. "Dont toy with us Vermin filth..." said the voice behind the knife.
The tall dark figure said once again. "State your business or die..."
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 26, 2008 23:57:39 GMT -5
Recu sighed, rolling his gray eyes asking silently for patience. People truly were blind, were they not? With a snap, he threw his head back, rolling it and himself to the side, avoiding the knife. Dropping his book, he snatched up his staff, and held it up with the fin blade pointing his attacker with the knife between the eyes. He rested the tip on the fur of the beast, and thingyed his head to the side.
“Ye be blind beasts, surely. Seeith ye not mon habit of yon Abbey Redwall? Vermin indeed, yes. I keep I self cleaner than ye, an’ yet, ye consider I vermin. Bah.” He lifted his weapon, sitting the butt of it on the ground by his paw, careful of the wide blade of that end as well.
“Ifn ye telleth I why ye wanted to kill I, I may telleth ye mon business.”
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 27, 2008 0:18:03 GMT -5
The beast that was in front of the fox the the blunt end of his weapon hitting the fox over the head sense his back was turned away from him. "Your garbs mean nothing...anybeast can wear clothing...Now tell us why you are here" suddenly from all side more shadowy shapes appeared. Even dark shapes from the trees began appearing as well. "Dont make this harder for us than it already is mate..." he said breathing heavy in a stressed tone. He was clearly not wanting to battle this fox if he didn't have to.
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 27, 2008 0:44:58 GMT -5
Recu, rubbed his head, stepping forward just enough to keep his balance. How did he let the other one get behind him? His training must be getting rusty… not that he ever liked being an assassin in the first place.
“I shalt make it hard, yes. Ye come, disturb I in mon reading, and calleth I vermin. I beith not vermin! I am yon Abbey Recorder. I sat here, hurting none, ‘twas ye whom hurteth I.” Recu stood between his attackers, flat blade to the knife holder, and the sharp fin to the one doing the talking.
“I do not wisheth to fight ye, no, but ifn I must, I shalt, yes.”
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 27, 2008 1:05:08 GMT -5
"If you were an abbey beast you wouldn't result to fighting now would you?...Nor would you let your book reading being disturbed effect you...Quite touchy and easily irritated for an abbey beast...if ya ask me Skip...." said the one in the black cloak. The other beast looked up at him. "Celeron...Did you forget your not supposed to let them know who I am..." the one in front the fox took off his hood. "I'm the Skipper Of Sea otters...And at first glance you seem to be Vermin...Please kindly explain yerself...why are you out here. He said putting his knife away and jerking the Staff from the foxes paws.
((Not meaning to G-mod))---^
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 27, 2008 13:10:37 GMT -5
Recu let the otter take his staff, thinking over what he had just heard. Skipper? The same Skipper that would visit the Abbey on occasion? Putting a paw to his throat, he felt the little blood that was there, and wiped it off. Just a scratch, not life threatening.
“Ay, I may be touchy, yes. I was once an assassin, habits die hard, yes. And what of ye, eh? For a Skipper, ye jumpeth to suspicion quickly, yes. I be Recu, Abbey recorder. I ‘twas out receiving books from a vole family for yon Abbey library, yes. An’ ifn I be vermin, ‘twould I be asking ye questions? Nay, ye’d be dead.”
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 27, 2008 14:52:41 GMT -5
"What do you expect? I see a vermin...I ask what its doing...then I kill it...In your case I'll exclude the killing..." he said strapping the staff to his back. "You'll get this back when we reach the abbey..." said the Skipper, re-sheathing his knife. The other Otter who was quite tall and muscular for an otter stood up straight and stepped behind the fox. As sort of a guard to make sure he didn't try anything...it was only in his nature to be protective of The Skipper.
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 27, 2008 18:20:46 GMT -5
“Then at least puteth these back on it, yes.” He kicked up the two caps that protected other beasts from the blades, catching them expertly. He then passed them to the Skipper.
“These keep ye from hurting yeself, yes.” With that, he bent down, picking up his book and stuffing it back in his sack, slinging it over his shoulders again and pulling his cloak tighter around him. “Are ye leavening now, yes?”
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 27, 2008 21:03:07 GMT -5
"Yes mate...we're leaving now." he said putting the caps back on the staff. "I didn't see ya' at the abbey last season. You must be fairly new...what brought you there...tell us about yourself..." he said as he began walking.
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Post by Recu Foxer on Jan 27, 2008 23:45:53 GMT -5
“Ay, I am new. Cometh from North Sea, mon old land was full of war.” He followed the otters back to the Abbey, which was good. He needed to get the books into the library anyway.
“I was an assassin there, hated it, so I left. I hate fighting, prefer to talketh to problems. However, when problems persist actions must be taken, yes. I found yon Abbey, thought that life, ‘twould be peaceful and without fight, yes.”
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